Sometimes the change between patients and their families is just a moment.

Zhang Zhenguo was sitting in a borrowed wheelchair the previous second. He felt uncomfortable listening to the persuasion of the patients' families around him. The next second he became a direct relative who signed his son. On one side was his paralyzed lower limbs, and on the other side was his son who had attempted trouble but was somewhat conscious.

The sudden double blow made Zhang Zhenguo completely lose his temper.

Fortunately, Lao Zhang is much more sensible than Xiao Zhang, and he also understands his son's style of doing things. After watching surveillance videos and audio recordings, he also expressed his understanding of the doctor's approach.

"He does get mad sometimes, but he won't tie him to the bed, right?"

Now there is only one Ji Qing left in the clinic, and the others are busy. He knew that the old man would definitely ask when he came, so he had prepared the examination report long ago.

"Syphilis? He has syphilis?"

Zhang Zhenguo sat in a wheelchair and looked at his son who had barely quieted down, frowned: "Does this kid actually have free money to play with women?"

"The spirochete of syphilis has invaded the nervous system. Judging from the severity of the symptoms, the infection should have been a while." Ji Qing asked, "By the way, when did your son start to get angry?"

"Oh, I'm almost forgotten. I was quite obedient when I was a child. When I grew up, he was so angry. He cursed people at any time and used several moves." Zhang Zhenguo burped, and his voice gradually sank, "How is he doing now?"

Ji Qing took a few more blood test reports and said, "He has been given penicillin, but this infection requires a full course of treatment to be effective. The trouble now is that he will always have syphilis antibodies in his blood. If he undergoes a physical examination in the future, he may always be positive."

"Oh." Zhang Zhenguo seemed to have no reaction after hearing this, and just nodded, "Penicillin is not expensive."

“Not expensive.”

Ji Qing was a little surprised and repeated: "Lao Zhang, if his syphilis antibody test is positive, it may have some impact on employment."

"Employ employment? He? Forget it." Zhang Zhenguo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

As the saying goes, family shame should not be made public, but now it has reached this point, and the old man has nothing to hide, so he tells the truth about the family.

More than ten years ago, Zhang Zhenguo retired early, and his son entered the same factory to take up the job. He was originally a very stable job and his salary was not small. In addition to Lao Zhang's connections, Zhang Anhua lived a very comfortable life. He married a wife at the age of 30, and was also a good person, so he gave birth to a fat son for him.

Zhang Anhua doesn’t like to smoke and drink, but he likes to bet from playing cards, mahjong and then to amusement machines. The more he plays, the higher he gets.

Playing cards and mahjong can be said to be full of fun with people, but amusement machines are machines. They are designed to make money and make money at no cost.

These machines rely on complex mathematical formulas to always give up on the sweetness when people are about to give up playing, giving people an illusion of turning the tables. In addition, when combined with the screams of a lucky person on other machines when he wins the prize, many people will not be able to control the urge to make a big fortune in their hearts.

The result of impulsiveness will cause gamblers to miscalculate the outcome, thus making wrong decisions, and such mistakes will last for a considerable period of time due to the stimulation given from time to time.

The final result is to keep giving money to the machine.

Five years ago, Zhang Anhua abandoned playing cards and mahjong and found himself again in the newly opened amusement computer room next to the factory.

At first, it was only one or two hundred, three or four hundred. When the time was right, the machine cut off thousands of dollars at one time and Zhang Anhua was completely addicted to it. His psychology also changed from being recreated and getting some extra money to getting the money as soon as possible, and he couldn't extricate himself.

At the worst, he could lose several thousand in one night. His family members didn't have to lose their salary and lose their deposits after they tried to help him. He was ready to sell the house until he divorced his wife.

However, this is also because Zhang Zhenguo’s retirement salary is not high.

"He owes a lot of debts, and my card is always in his hands." Zhang Zhenguo said helplessly, "Oh, after retirement for more than ten years, my card only has a few hundred yuan."

Ji Qing didn't say much when he heard this. However, Lao Wang, who was preparing to conduct an examination for Zhang Zhenguo, was a little excited after hearing this. He immediately called Director Qiao, who had already returned home to rest, explaining the situation here.

"Old Zhang, I've talked with our director."

After Wang Zhicheng hung up the phone, he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted him: "Let's make a rift tonight to see the situation. If it's necessary, just arrange for you to enter the department to live first. Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't have money. At least you can pay the hospitalization fee. We'll help you with the others."

Zhang Zhenguo didn't think of this ending, and tears fell down suddenly: "Thank you, thank you really thank you."

"Old Zhang, to say something unpleasant." Wang Zhicheng is not young anymore and feels a little emotional, "Take this opportunity to live separately from your son, and go to the nursing home as soon as the house is sold. Although the conditions in that place are not very good, at least it is not that hard."

Zhang Zhenguo couldn't help but look at his son outside the door again. After a long struggle in his thoughts, he nodded slightly: "I'll consider it."

Lao Zhang's affairs were settled, and the operation was very successful. A month later, he was discharged from the hospital and sold his old house with a relationship. He left some money for his son, and half of the remaining one was given to his grandson, and the other half was used to move into a nursing home on the outskirts of the city.

The ending is not perfect, but it is already the lucky part of many misfortunes.

No profession in the world can touch the various worlds in a very short time like a doctor. Some stories even leave only a few fragments in their minds, which are true portrayals of human nature.

Among the doctors, pre-hospital emergency doctors will go deep into the homes of each patient and face different family situations.

After returning home that night, Qi Jing slept peacefully. The next day, he spent a whole day with Lu Zishan outside, and then a new round of three shifts began.

At 7 a.m. on November 5, Qi Jing came to Binjiang Branch to take over.

This is an important emergency station in the northeast of Danyang City, covering areas including a large number of commercial areas around the main road of Baoping Street, a mid-to-high-end apartment area represented by Pingyang Community, and a large undemolished old city near the north of the city.

Although the personnel composition is complex and the concentration density is the highest among several sites, it occupies the medical resources of two junior high schools, Danyang Hospital and First People's Hospital.

In order to deal with pre-hospital emergency in this area, the Danyang branch is also equipped with the largest number of emergency vehicles in the city.

The plan for the day is in the morning. The ambulance calls from all over the city will also form a unique 120 morning rush hour in several emergency center sub-stations at 7 or 8 in the morning.

As soon as the handover was over, Qi Jing encountered the No. 5 bus that was hurrying back to the station. The doctor followed the car was Chen Xing, who graduated from Danish Medical University more than a year ago.

"Brother Qi, you're working in the morning." Chen Xing jumped out of the car and happened to see Qi Jing, and went forward to say hello.

"Yeah." Qi Jing nodded, looked at his clothes, and frowned, "Why are you dirty? You still have a strange smell. Have you gone to the garbage dump?"

"Yes, a cleaner fainted and fell to the ground while doing things at around five o'clock in the morning, and happened to knock over the trash can beside him." Chen Xing shook his head helplessly, "Her colleague called and we went out to take the person to the first hospital."

"Myscholar infarction?"

"It should be an infection." Chen Xing said, "the body temperature is 39."

"Oh, it's not easy." Qi Jing fanned away the stench that came from him and said disgusted, "Go and change your clothes quickly, take a shower and get off work, it's so stinking."

"Then I'll leave first."

Qi Jing left Chen Xing and immediately replenished all kinds of first aid medicines used in the night shift with Li Yangyu. As soon as they started working, the dispatcher called: "Yu Gang Yu Gang, Yu Gang, got out of the car, Qinglifang No. 3."

Yu Gang started the car with one hand, knocked on the partition window with the other, and asked, "What's the situation?"

"An old man fell down while walking in the park in the morning. At first, he felt nothing was wrong, so he walked home alone. Now it seems to be hurting, so he called someone to call."

"Okay, let's go now."

Yu Gang hung up the walkie-talkie and the car quickly drove away from the emergency station.

Qinglifang is located in the north of the city and is also considered to be in the first aid area of ​​the Binjiang Branch. However, unlike the clean Binjiang Avenue and the neat and modern high-rise buildings, it is a representative old city area of ​​Danyang, which is decades older than the Pingyang Community where Ye Tingxuan is located.

The house is an old house made of stones, continuous. The house has only three floors at its highest level. A triangle spire built with bricks and tiles is also exposed from time to time.

In such an environment, people will try their best to make use of all the available spaces around them.

In order to maximize the living area on the ground floor, the roads in the block were constantly squeezed by private buildings, leaving only a small path intestine. The second and third floors could not occupy the ground, so they could only think of solutions in the air.

It is a routine operation to set up a small balcony. In order to make full use of the space, they also set up a long line between the old houses on both sides. Once it encounters sunny weather, this is the best drying tool.

Today is a good day, and the sun showed its face early in the morning. Qinglifang also showed off the flag of the nation as usual, filling the space above the path.

However, because there are not many people using washing machines, they often wash by hand. In fact, even if some use washing machines, they rarely use the function of spinning and drying. This makes a very strange phenomenon in the entire Qinglifang. There is a sunny sky in the sky, but when walking on the road, it is drizzling.

Coupled with the years of splashing, the stones on the ground are also bumpy, and some stones can even squeeze out a pool of dirty water when stepped on them.

It was in such an environment that the three of them walked in with first aid toolbox and stretcher pads.

The environment in the old city is poor, but because they live close enough to each other, the neighborhoods are very lively. The old man is also an old resident here, and has lived there for decades. When he heard that he was looking for him, an aunt from the neighborhood committee came forward to lead the way.

"I just saw Lao Huo coming back from outside, this posture," she walked in front and imitated for a few steps, "Watching him walking shakingly, I was thinking that nothing would happen. Now, I really fell down."

"Is his family here?"

"I can't live here." The old lady smiled and waved her hand. "My son went abroad more than ten years ago, and her daughter has been working hard in Beijing. My wife left three years ago, and now he lives alone."

"I'm lonely and widowed, it's not easy to deal with if I break my bones." Li Yangyu was a little embarrassed.

"It's easy to deal with, I'm here." The old lady quickly smiled and pointed at herself, "His son sends money to the neighborhood committee every year, which is several thousand dollars. Let us help take good care of the old man."

"This is a bit conscientious." Li Yangyu looked at the surrounding buildings and complained, "But the humidity here is too heavy and it is really not suitable for the elderly to live in."

"We dare not use this money indiscriminately, so we opened an account for the old man. There are people from our neighborhood committee to deliver three meals a day." The aunt introduced, "This matter has been going on for more than ten years, and there are more than 200,000 yuan left in the account."

"Just as long as there is someone to be responsible."

As they said that, the three of them arrived at No. 3 where the old man lived. Like the surrounding houses, this was also an old house. Along the way, they attracted a lot of people to watch, surrounding the entire road.

From the outside, it seems that this is a three-story building, which is very depressing by the crowds around, clothes and buildings, making people feel breathless. When you walk inside, this sense of depression is even raised to another level.

The narrow corridor was only enough for one person to pass through, the third floor compartment with an inclination of more than 50, and the stairs surface that were so dim that they needed to be pulled up all day long. The three of them felt that they walked into a dangerous building, and the house was shaking every step they took.

"The doctor is fast enough." A middle-aged woman who looks like a housewife sat at the door washing vegetables. When she saw them coming, she quickly shook her hands and met her. "The old man is lying upstairs."

"You can call the phone?" Li Yangyu asked.

"Yes." She took the people upstairs,

The protagonist of the 120 emergency call this time, Mr. Huo, lives on the third floor.

"Old Master Huo~" the neighborhood committee aunt went upstairs and shouted, kicking off the first aid.

I saw that the door of the third floor attic where the old man was located was open, and the person slept on the innermost bed. Hearing the shout, he quickly answered: "Oh, I'm here, I fell down, ah, it hurts so much."

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"Ah, go to the hospital?" The old man shook his head quickly, "If you don't go, don't go, you'll treat me here!"
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